He Seduced Me With A Foot Massage

Published early on our Previews page on Tuesday, November 18, 2025.

Official publication date for the main page of our site: Wednesday, November 19, 2025.

This illustrated story was submitted anonymously.

When I first met Charles near the end of 2024, it was at a party being hosted by a neighbor to celebrate the holidays. He was a new tenant in an apartment complex that I had been living in since 2021. Like me, he was a divorcee. His divorce had just been finalized. It was the 2nd time that he had gotten divorced. My divorce was finalized in 2021. It was the only time that I had been divorced.

We ended up sitting next to each other on a convertible mini couch sofa bed in a guest bedroom that had been converted into a TV room. Even though we were there in the middle of a holiday party with other guests in the room with us, we were still able to have a really nice conversation about all kinds of stuff.

At one point, to get more comfortable, I took off my Raveny Heeled Sandals by Marc Fisher, and I accidentally bumped one of his legs with my bare feet when I pulled my legs up underneath me. When I immediately apologized for bumping his leg, he told me with a happy smile that I could bump into his leg anytime since I have such pretty feet.

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I love when men say nice things about my feet, and women too. I like keeping my feet in really great condition. There's something about it that makes me feel extra pretty. As I looked down at my feet, I could see that he had a great view of my wrinkled soles, which were only inches away from his leg.

I found out during our conversation that he's twice my age, so I blew off the idea of getting romantically involved with him even though he's a handsome man. Besides, he also told me that he had no interest in getting into a serious relationship again, which was fine with me since that's how I was feeling because of my own divorce.

Still, I felt drawn to him because of his obvious attraction to my feet, which I always have fun exploiting to my benefit. When he asked me if I like having my feet massaged, I told him I love getting foot massages, and that it had been far too long since I had one. That's when he seduced me with a foot massage, and now I'm hooked on the way he worships my feet.

Because we wanted to be discreet, he walked me back to my apartment to give me a foot massage there. At the time, it didn't really occur to me that he has a foot fetish even though I could see how turned on he was by my feet. I just didn't give it much thought. But even if I had thought about it, nobody had ever worshiped my feet the way that he did, so I was kind of clueless about his foot fetish desires.

Even though I had taken a shower before going to the party, I wanted to take another one to make sure that my feet were super clean before he gave me a foot massage, so I excused myself to take another shower. I told him to get comfortable, but not too comfortable because I was only saying okay to him giving me a foot massage, and nothing more. He told me he was perfectly fine with that, and that I wouldn't have to worry about having to say no to sex.

I actually kind of laughed about it with him because, as I told him, I'm very sexual, but I just didn't want to get into that kind of relationship with him, or any other man for that matter. He told me he was cool with it, and he told me he understood. He also told me he was perfectly fine giving me a foot massage on my couch instead of on my bed.

The funny part about the guidelines I had given him was that the only thing I was wearing when I laid face down on the couch was my bathrobe. He was still fully clothed. I also gave him a container of edible oil to massage my feet, which we joked about later was too much for him to resist. It was strawberry flavored, and he loves strawberries.

Before he started massaging my feet, I reminded him how inebriated I was, and that I might fall asleep while he was giving me a foot massage. I had mentioned that might happen before we left the party, and that maybe I should have him give me a foot massage another time, but he told me that he'd love it if I fell asleep while he was giving me a foot massage.

When I asked him if he was sure, he told me that he was, so I told him if I did fall asleep he could lock the bottom lock of my door before letting himself out to go back to his place. Locking the deadbolt wasn't needed.

As soon as he started massaging the soles of my feet, I could tell that he really knew what he was doing. His foot massage was the best that I had ever gotten, and I told him so. I'm not sure why, but I even told him my feet were his. He seemed pleased by that, which made me feel better since I felt embarrassed for having said such an odd thing to a man I had only met that night.

Maybe it was the booze that was talking. Whatever was going on, I was soon fast asleep. I don't know how long I was asleep, but when I did feel myself waking up, I realized that I was masturbating to thoughts of my toes being sucked, and worshiped. The palms of both of my hands were pushing up against my public bones, and I was fingering my pussy and clit to a climax.

For some reason, I had forgotten that Charles had walked me back to my apartment to give me a foot massage. When I suddenly remembered, I wondered in my orgasmic stupor if he had left me alone in my apartment to go back to his place, and I was imaging the incredibly pleasurable sensation of having my toes sucked, and worshiped, or if Charles was actually doing that to me.

If I was imagining it, I didn't want to stop that wet dream from continuing, but if this was real, I didn't want to interrupt what Charles was doing, so I pretended to still be fast asleep. Either way, I wanted this sensational feeling of having my toes sucked, and worshiped to continue arousing my senses so that I could reach a full climax.

Moments later, I started climaxing with multiple orgasms.

When Charles suddenly asked if I was okay, I told him that whatever he was doing to my feet, I wanted him to keep doing it. I told him that I had just woken up to the best sexual experience of my life. I told him that I was really glad that I had him over to give me a foot massage, and that he could do whatever he wanted to do to my feet to get himself off.

To my delight, he wasted no time at all to put his already hard cock in between the soles of my feet to give himself a solejob. As he did this, he started tickling the soles of my feet, which was almost too much for me to take. I couldn't help but to grind my trapped soles against his hard cock, which in turn the friction made him shoot loads of cum all over my soles, the back of my legs, and on the lower part of my back.

I only realized then that my robe had been lifted up to the upper part of my back to expose my ass. The realization that Charles had done this while I was asleep, or while I was half awake enjoying my wet dream made me even hornier than I already was. I loved the naughtiness of it all, starting I guess with me giving him the container of strawberry flavored edible oil to use, and enjoy.

That was almost a year ago. Since that time, Charles has come over to my apartment to worship my feet on a pretty regular basis. I've also gone over to his apartment to have him worship my feet. We consider ourselves to be friends with benefits. That first night I was so horny from what he had done to pleasure me that I suggested we finish our fun in my bedroom, which he was happy to do. He's so into my feet that he worships them while we're having intercourse, which I absolutely love.

As for what happens going forward, if or when either one of us gets serious with a significant other, both of us have talked about becoming a threesome. Or if we both get into a serious relationship, we'll consider becoming a foursome.